Waiting on a bus in her head in the rain for a long time,
Living on a dream that was born and lives on in the front lines,
Of her cinema love and the hopes of her childhood ways,
And the radio song that's leaving her now in the hope of a better day....

And she don't even, really know,
Where she came from, which way to go,
And it comes easy, to disappear,
When the lights come down in the face of another year...

Cause the summer before,
Didn't turn out right,
And a future that shone,
Is now a burned-out light,
And instead of admit,
A mistake had been made,
Well she let it all ride,
On the cards that she played.....

Working on a truck in the mouth of a coal mine,
She doesn't say much except to say that she'll be fine,
But sin and mistrust are the flags at the top of her pole,
And a far-away look like a long-lost book at the bottom of a fishing hole....

She don't even really care,
She just moved on, away from there,
And it comes easy to disappear,
When the lights come down in the face of another year...

And the summer before,
Didn't go so well,
She got into that mess,
Caught up in that hell,
And instead of admit,
A mistake had been made,
Well she let it all ride,
On the cards that she played.....